Today I had the opportunity to do one of the things I love. I observed… I observed in awe; the art of a wood cutter and I was so taken with him and his craft that I sat and wrote. Now I share this with you an hope you enjoy my verbal visioning's.
The Wood Cutter
Freshly cut wood, tempts me out to see
This gargantuan man dissecting a tree
Blade spinning aptly like knives through butter
A wonderful sight to watch this wood cutter
Plumes of smoke make diesel filled air
Flying wood chips; like sparks from a flare
Pounding and pushing splitting it cracks
Shoulders taught with the weight of that axe
Shattering wood with the strength of his back
He bests the wood while avoiding the sap
Muscles flex as he swings at the pine
His stares intense as he follows the line
Singularly he ploughs onwards in his task
Only ever pausing to sip from his flask
Jaw clenched as sweat soaks his brow
Swinging onward through branch and bough
This chiseled man so rugged and grand
At one with himself in this wooded land.
By Helen Stallard
March 23, 2014
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